MISTLETOE ON MY MIND

 Dec 25, 1996

                               MISTLETOE ON MY MIND
                                      or
                    MY CHRISTMAS FANTASY OF YOUR RETURN TO ME

        We stand
        Together
        Beneath the golden bough.
        We kiss.
        We embrace.
        We breath to each other once again.
        We whisper love to one another
        On a yearless Christmas morning.
        And our parting seems like
        No more than a dream.
        Once more you are pressed against me
        And
        My heart, filled with love for you,
        I feel
        Peace that fills the earth,
        And good will to all mankind.